Today is last day of this endless winter. It is ending. At last. I have lost a lot from my garden. The -18 temperatures in November took their toll. It was harsh. A lot has gone. These images were from last summer. A good garden year. They are a bit oddly arranged because Blogger is a bit stupid like that. Sometimes. I would prefer my images beautifully aligned. But no. Clearly my computer is not in agreement. Anyway, I love my garden. Maybe, if I'm honest, dare I admit, obsess about my garden. It means a lot to me to have a little tiny space of my own to grow things. I like the chilly spring evenings when I can potter around wearing so many jumpers that I get all twisted up. I like donning wellies and ancient fleeces over my smart work clothes and nipping outside 'just for a minute', then half an hour later realise a pan has boiled over. I like gardening in the dark, hopping aound in front of the security light every two minutes, trying to gain a few seconds of light. I can't wait for tomorrow. For it to be spring. I don't care if it's still freezing. I'll be out there...
